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January 1, 2008

2:13am. Can’t sleep.

I hope everyone had a lovely New Years. Mine was a bit sucky. Not all of it – mostly the bit where the kids decided one hour before leaving that they didn’t want to go to my sister’s place for dinner after all and T. was supporting them and I had to have a massive tanty and basically force all three into the car.

(Well, T. is in receipt of yet another man-cold –you so have to click off and see this; it’s hilarious — so I can’t entirely blame him. But I can blame him for refusing to take any cold and flu tablets for it.)

So blah. Then we got to my sister’s and they were virtually audibly sulking and I was all worked up and I had to walk around the block with my sister to cool off and then I was naughty and had a cigarette because I was so angry. And then everything looked hideously bleak and we came back and everyone there felt awkward for a while.

The night improved after that, luckily. I have not yet served divorce papers nor murdered my step-children in a surge of angry bloodlust.

And there you go, baby stirring now. Have to go before it reaches full capacity and it takes too long to get him back down. Press publish.

I’m not so much looking forward to it this year. I am remembering too well what a supreme bitch I was much of last year’s visit (being heavily pregnant in the middle of summer and whatnot) and keep having dreadful flashbacks of the argument with my 12 year old Aries step-son that resulted in him actually audibly wailing in the spare room while I tried to ignore him by manically scrubbing the oven and listening to my 1960s protest music CD (We shall overcooooooooooome).

I keep imagining them telling their friends: My stepmother, she’s an absolute psycho.

Cause I kind of am sometimes.

I think on some levels it might be a little easier this year, though. Mostly because I am entirely used to not having space of my own now, so it’s not like I’m going to get that huge shock-to-the-system of having to suddenly share my house with two adolescents. Space, what the hell is that?

Also, I pushed this year for a bit of a shorter visit, one that straddles T’s time off nice and neatly. Most years I wind up hanging around the house with the kids while they watch Foxtel or play on the Internet (on my laptop, which I can’t handle) for at least part of the trip, while T. is at work. My step-daughter chats on MSN, and everyone gets hideously bored and aggro with one another and it becomes ugly fairly quickly.

This year is also the first year, obviously, that there is going to be a baby brother in the picture. And I’m kind of scared about that too.

On the phone, they seem to be excited. They did a good job of being happy about my belly last year. But I don’t know if they really are, or whether they’re humouring their dad, who is just about the world champion of perky enthusiasm.

I guess we’ll see.

One thing is for sure. It kind of sucks that their trip coincides with the beginning of Buddha Baby’s Stranger Anxiety phase.